Saturday May 26

FIRE BISON
(RVA Gnarly Post-hardcore ex-Hail Hydra)

THE FORDISTS
(DC Calibrated Post-hardcore)

BIG MOUTH
(Bmore Noise Rock Heavyhitters)

FELL TYPES
(DC Indie Beloveds)

@ Ras Hall
4809 Georgia Ave NW Washington DC 20011
7pm
$5

MAY 12TH
ALL AGES 
FREE SHOW

GIVE
DIAMOND
DAYLIGHT
PRAISE
BIG MOUTH
THE FORDISTS

THE TALKING HEAD (SONAR)
407 E Saratoga St
Baltimore, MD 21202

www.facebook.com/events/121925341264757/

This is from our show at the Velvet Lounge last week.

TONIGHT Monday March 5th 7pm

@ Charm City Art Space

1731 Maryland Avenue, Baltimore, MD 21201

10pm TONIGHT!

MIKE BELL AND THE MOVIES mikebellandthemovies.bandcamp.com

MONUMENT (DC) monumentdc.bandcamp.com

THE FORDISTS thefordists.bandcamp.com

@ Golden West

1105 W. 36th St Baltimore MD 21211

$5.00 
ALL AGES

Oh hey, long time no see. We had been meaning to post the lyrics from Watch You for awhile since they were not on the record anywhere. Here they are:

A Strange Woman

Look how persuasive

Appears to overpower me.

Tempo,

This side, this street.

I am regretfully responsible.

Table Tops. Toast in bed.

Building building,

Walls of art and ottomans.

Everyone plays pretend,

Inequality of providence.

Everyone plays pretend,

With views from perspectives,

Many times displaced.

Look, now I’m all excited.

Nervous as anyone else,

Maybe this is a crime.

Need to talk, as a matter of fact,

Schedule sessions gratis.

Build your world out of paper mache

Maybe this is a project.

We offer EAPS for part time status.

Don’t want to think about it

Don’t want to talk about it

So don’t tell me,

I’m not good with secrets.

You’ll never see my crutch,

Maybe hear me scream too much,

Maybe hear me yell.

About imagined scrubs,

With real frogs,

Command on one hand.

The real rawness

Of material

It’s unintelligible.

So it don’t matter,

I’m not good with secrets.

Told Time

A desperate sequence

My first hand, ring around eyes

Check out the skyline,

Maybe a shadow will show.

My second hand is a burn,

It never turns.

I check my time with the rings

Around my eyes to the sky.

A desperate sequence.

Nevermind what I wanted,

Give me something I need.

A palm with a pixel.

Nevermind what I wanted,

Give me something I need.

A trite crisis of worship.

Without A Watch

Being what you consume,

I’m like a cigarette.

Burns red,

Something delicious.

But I will kill you, I’ll do it slowly.

While glowing, I’m not wondering.

I’ve got a compass in my pocket

And ID, it’s in my wallet.

But my pants are on the ground,

On the metro riding.

Being what you consume,

A life resembles receipts

And boring statements

Printed by bank men.

But now you really want to be different.

Correct direct deposit.

It’s tragic and numbing

Like a sitcom.

Late For The Zombie Apocalypse

I’ve been reading for a long time.

Searching for the answers

To the questions I can’t form.

As it turns out I’m a zombie

And I want to eat your brains out,

To get full on all your thoughts.

And I want to make it hurt

Because I want to.

I want to fill your head with dirt

Because I want to.

Because I, I want to bite you,

Make you one of us,

Because everything you touch just turns to dust,

Like bumper stickers that read “blank or bust”

And talking heads that you can trust.

Maybe I’m half TV screen

My other part is somewhere else wandering.

Maybe I’m just half zombie

And I’ve retained human faculties.

Maybe I’m just half zombie,

You scream “Lee,” there’s no responding.

Like on TV screens.

There’s no serum, there’s no cure.

She Decided To Save The Ducks

I need you to stay

In frame, mirroring

Into me, something green

Mountains made of waste.

Enough with mise en scene

Switching frame by frame

To frame an issue

I need you to stay reversed and posturing.

Right there. Don’t change.

Mountains made of waste.

Noxious acetate, amateur device,

We need a vision.

Because once it’s cut it’s scrapped,

You can’t, you won’t bring it back.

Afternoon confused, unnerving of you

It’s kind of tough getting used to.

Enough with mise en scene,

Switching frame by frame

To frame an issue.

You think I care about the whales?
Well you’re wrong.

I only care about the ducks now.

Deranged Man

Remember the times

We spent confined?

Bad rapport,

Patient care,

And now it’s like no one was ever there.

Remember the times

Stuck in the asylum?

The pilot was cancelled,

And I was reborn a gazelle.

Running like a wind mill.

And it breathed.

“You are the arrow or you are the target.”

“But what about the wind directing traffic?”

We stopped on a dime,

Still spend the night at the hospital.

Nevermind there never was a crash,

We had to hitch hike to the side of hell.

Where we fucked in the rubble

And made a clown out of our troubles.

Cut health costs, St. E’s patients care

Wandering minds read at McPherson square.

Wandering like some vagrants.

And we were burning, like our pockets spent.

That fire breathed.

There is an invisible presence

And I am the wind directing traffic.

Entrance denied. Access, submit.

Rebound allowed, so long you’re it.

You’re it, you’re tagged. Vector concern.

I’m not so sure that we’ll ever get ours.

Killed Your Dog

We all sing the song of Darwin.

Pick the bugs out of your scalp.

All you monkeys just sing along now,

Now put that bug right in your mouth.

It won’t hurt, you know we’re meant for it.

It tastes like lyme disease,

It’s a tick, everyone we know is getting sick.

This house was built upon a dying breed.

I bit my tongue something bloody.

Now I can’t sing my own song,

About a dog that’s wrapped in cotton,

In a house that smells like death.

Rotting hips, now what’s this?

Drag behind all your insides. (And now)

You’re making a mess.

I’ll address cleanliness,

How I refuse to clean up.

Another night in this skin means

Death, detachment, slop for brains, bones protruding.

Naturally malfunctioning,

Another night in this skin means

Leashless seizures, rotting hips, and grinning shackles.

While Security Watched

Cameras in trees capturing everything.

You thought you won’t be seen, we’re so free.

Then a leaf falls out.

Oh, did you catch that?

Flutters, no sound.

I think we are being watched.

And if that happens here

Where can I get some

Peace from the pigs?

Somewhere far from here.

Forces of nature, powers that be

What governs a life? What does it need?

I need to stand this ground.

Declare some sovereignty.

To get free.

I watched it all fluttering.

It Was Disgusting

You don’t have to be a sycophant

Another appendage to an instrument

That resonates for one thing

It’s money.

That’s why I try to keep my distance,

That’s why I try to keep my mouth sewn shut

And cut all ties.

But it’s too hard to keep my things in my chest.

That’s why we send out a signal.

It’s never S.O. …

What a bastard, what a chode

You’re just a sycophant, we all know.

Do not think I forget

About words that you said,

About past transgressions.

Just a sycophant.

So put your things on the ground

And just walk away.

Glamorous

In this shade drawn place of hired hands and charming smiles,

Speaking in glares at you of past repeats to reruns to returns.

Wherever the lines were, we fail to them fast.

And they dawn to this as we arise to seas of chance…

Nausea.

Never ending sums of relentless and restless

Lies, truth, miracles?

Every moment for the rest of your…

Over and over.

Just stay in bed

And charge chance to luxury

Or some desire.

Savor your last glimpse.

Currency saves your ass, 

Your last glimpse, your last hope

Of life-longs and waysides,

Drainage ditches, to sewers straining expenses,

You’re starving.

As it repeats, over and over,

Blinded by cascades.

As it repeats, over and over,

Power, Price Tags.

-The Fordists

The Digital Downloads, 7”s, and shirts are at: thefordists.bandcamp.com

The LP is at: http://amorylucha.bigcartel.com/product/the-fordists-watch-you

The LPs and & 7”s are also available at: http://www.dischord.com/band/fordists

The Fordists traverse the Midwest this Summer and may be seen at these
fine locations. We will have our new Full Length LP, “Watch You,”
which comes out on Amor Y Lucha Records in July. We will also have our
2 7”s, T-Shirts (pictures soon), and a small PM Press Distro.

7/8 - Richmond @ Sprout w/ Palindrome and more TBA
7/9 - Greensboro @ 412 Cedar St w/ Tiny Cities
7/10 - Atlanta @ 529 w/ Vegan Coke, Transvestite, and more TBA
7/11 - Gainesville @ Wayward Council w/ So Pastel, Wavelets, and more TBA
7/12 - Pensacola @ Sluggos w/ Zerox ‘82, Acorns, and Jpegasus
7/13 - Baton Rouge @ Perkins Road Parlor w/ Baby Boy and Adults
7/14 - Birmingham @ TBA
7/15 - Louisville @ Mag Bar w/ Straight A’s, Lee Van Clef, and Alcohol Party
7/16 - Muncia, IN @ 505 North Dill street w/ Giant Giant Robot and Wolfie Burns + more TBA
7/17 - St. Louis @ Cranky Yellow w/ Britches, Egg Chef, The Red Squad
7/18 - Lawrence @ Jackpot Music Hall
7/19 - Omaha @ The Hole w/ Crucial Time (VT), Lockjaw, Wooden Coat
7/20 - Iowa City @ Public Space One w/ TBA
7/21 - Madison @ Evolution Arts Collective w/ TBA
7/22 - Milwaukee @ TBA
7/23 - Chicago @ Waterworks w/ Monument (DC), Snow What, Damp Hay
7/24 - Kalamazoo @ No Fun House w/ Forget The Times, The Reptillian, Ackley Kid, Jambroni, Freaky J & The Bears (RVA)
7/25 - Columbus @ LOD w/ TBA
7/26 - Pittsburgh @ TBA w/ Drug Lust and more TBA
7/27 – Philly @ JR’s w/ TBA
7/28 - Amherst @ TBA
7/29 - Boston @ TBA
7/30 - New Brunswick @ TBA
7/31 - Baltimore @ Artibus w/ Bad Biology, Shat Shorts, and more TBA

June 14th @ Asefu’s 1920 9th St. NW Washington, DC 20011 (near U st. Metro)

All ages show @ 7pm

Procession (jesus n the mary chain/joy division dark pop from Michigan http://www.procession.bandcamp.com/)

Geffika ( lady/dude doom/noise from chicago http://geffika.blogspot.com/)

Fordists (post punk freakazoids from DC)

• more TBA